Saturday, February 7, 2009

Social Comradery

Jobs that suck. I know -it's a rather blunt statement.

Morning boys & girls - Scrubbie here.

Yes - there are oodles of jobs that are way way up there on the "I wuddn't wanna do that job" list. I won't name them all - you know what they are.

I had to quit one job once a long while back cause I was asked to stack and shelf *gulp* feminine hygiene products. EEEEEWWWWW. I know - lame. But - gals - you gotta understand, for us boys - that is most certainly in the top 10 of things we fellas don't wanna do - that and havin' the doctor do the finger thing goin' in the out door. Know what I mean?

Still - that was before Scrub and the wife jumped the broom; got hitched; tied the knot. Since then - Scrub has learned to cope with goin to the trading post to pick up 'supplies'. Heck - for that matter, he's changed nuclear diapers. Been pee'd on (and not in the sexy way either... that kid of ours - he was a sure shot each and every time Scrub was on diaper duty). Even had to deal with the lunatic dogs various bodily functions.

Then, there are just regular everyday ordinary things that ya gotta do that, even though they don't deal with bodily functions and such, still - are kinda on the "Frack- gotta do that job now" side.

Take for example, this poor bugger.

Some of you readers who have set up camp somewhere's closer to the equator may not realize this, but here in the Great White - we all gotta do this.

Shovelling the rooftops of our igloos.

Bad enough we gotta shovel the sled trails just to get to the local trading post to swap skins and oils. But, we also gotta head up top to keep the fluffy white to a minimum just so the roof don't fall on us.


Still - there is some good that comes out of all this.

This was yet another of those situations where all the boys with igloos on our little street came out to watch the fella up there on the roof doin' his thing. Huh? Oh - no. We don't help. Just watch.

We were all out there. Some with coffee in hand. One fella had a wobbly pop. (That's beer, in case ya didn't know). Hell - I had my camera.

It was a good 40 mins of social testosterone comradery.

Not a "keep out the men" fence in sight.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

He has officially "Crossed Over".

The kid. He ain't no baby no more.

Heya kids. Scrubbie here.

While the pic is 'slightly' out of date in relation to the posting topic today - at least it's a pic of the kid.

For the past number of years - bits have been fallin' off the kid. No, No - not his fingers. He was born like that. No - talking about his pearly whites.

Why bring it up today? Well, yesterday was the final of the baby whites droppin' off the kid. Droppin' out of the kid. Whatever. Actually - it was kinda nice this time 'round. Previous pearlies - the kid has yanked out as a means of makin' some money. Get a job? Babysit? Deliver papers? Shovel the path in front of the igloo for the old man now and then - NAH. Why bother when you've got perfectly good teeth that you can pull out for a couple 'a bucks.

The wife - this was just another dagger in the chest of the kid growin' up. Ladies with bambinos - ya'll know what I'm talkin about.

Speakin' of the wife... Have ya'll noticed how prices have gone up on so many things? Eggs, butter, milk, office equipment. Sky rocketed. Take, for example, the price of thumb tacks. For the past few years, Scrub's been able to step into the local trading post and acquire a box of 100 thumb tacks for under two bucks. Seriously. No, I don't get the real expensive ones. Just the typical brass thumb tacks. Ya'll know the ones I am talkin' about, right? I used to get my monthly box of them under brand names only. Then, I switched over the the generic brands. Just as good, really. And they do the trick. Work just as well.

They don't come in the fancy plastic packaging. I think they call them "blister packs" - ya know - the pretty packages that are clear plastic and you get to see them all in there. Shake the package and they all sparkle under the lights of the trading post. No - the generics that I get every month now are in the little cardboard box. Oh - there'll all in there, but you have to open the box to get a peek of them.

Anyway - I was sayin' about the price of these buggers. So, went into the local trading post just today, as a matter of fact, to get my monthly allotment of sparklies and the price has shot up. WAY UP. Damn'd things cost me almost 3 bucks now. Holy geez. That means that in 2009 - I potentially could be shelling out 36 bucks - just in thumbtacks! How is that fair?

Huh? What? Oh - WHY do I go and get a box of thumbtacks every month? Oh, sorry - I should have explained up front. I did mention "speakin of the wife..."

Well, you see, every month, I am reminded that I have a penis. (giggle - I said "penis" again)

And, that every month, the wife has to endure days of agonizing cramps and discomfort.

And, it is at this time of the month that I am also reminded that she has to endure all of this - FOR WHAT - so that we could have a kid?

And, I am reminded that this will continue for some time.

And, I am reminded that as someone who has a penis (giggle) - I do not know the kind of discomfort that she has to go through.

And, I am reminded that ONLY by swallowing a hundred thumbtacks and letting them work their way through my bowels will I be able to appreciate what she is going through and it is ONLY then that I can comment on it.

Ya, I know... Frack.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Get ready to be freaked out! Two items of note today. Aren't ya'll the lucky ones!

And on the 7th day, he surveyed what he had done and said "Frack - that aint too shabby." (or somethin' to that effect). Then he kicked back and watched the Superbowl.

Good mornin' boys & girls. It's yer Uncle Scrubbie here. Happy Sunday. Happy February. Happy Superbowl. All you Steelers fans - get ready to WoooHooo. All you Cardinals fans - I am feelin' sorry for ya already. Good effort though.

Kids - guess what? As you already know, it is my goal to take over the world. Well - I am just delighted to tell you that Scrub's got a new follower. Stefen. A guy! A scrapbooker! No kiddin'! Over there on the right somewhere is the Blog Follower thingy - his mug is on there - click away - go check it out. I did. Dude is a wealth of info for the Scrapper out there. Excuse me kids - time for a Scrubbie Aside:

Stefen - dude! Welcome aboard. Can't tell ya how nice it is to have a fella around. Not sure if you have had a chance to catch up on all the latest - but Scrub's gotta know (as does Wenchie ( and her beau Steve) - what are you thoughts on Knight Rider? Pretty frackin' awesome, huh?
Ok kids - I'm back. Thanks.

So - I gotta share a little somethin' somethin' with ya. Scrubbie was a good boy. He was treated BIG TIME by the wife! It was hot! Saucey! And afterwards - I really really just wanted to go to sleep. Huh? Oh my gawd - you people are filthy! No - it isn't THAT. The wife - SHE COOKED!


The wife, Gawd love'r, she doesn't really cook much. It's not that she doesn't like to. She is just more of a crafter than a cooker. I think if dinner prep involved a Pazzles cutter machine to create kewl shaped chicken breasts, the kid and I would probably be treated to her delicate hands on our daily grub a little more often.

I'd be showing you a picture of the Spaghetti Casserole that she made (that, incidentally was deeeelishush) - but, as you can imagine - the kid and I were just so agog, gobsmacked, freaked out - that Scrubbie simply forgot to fire up the digicam.

So - missed the opportunity to show you the wife's January 2009 cooking effort - but, not to worry... it's now February and there is a pretty good chance she'll decide to whip somethin up this month as well. I'll snap a pic for ya then.